There are more
than a few reasons behind my October-love. It’s when baseball suddenly becomes
real, like a favorite uncle who eleven months of the year is on the road, but
every October he returns, refreshed with new and wildly entertaining stories to
tell. I’m a Pirates fan (by default after my beloved Expos folded) so tonight
(Oct. 7) is the night, which will be no horrendous loss if they fall to the
Cubs, because, for God’s sake, they’re the Cubs! How can you not root for the
Cubs in part of your heart – or your gut – for all those following the latest
developments in the world of superorganisms http://bit.ly/1LiEgYL.
This is a dated article from Michael Pollan but you get the drift …
Today also marks
the opening of hockey season. In past years that delightful event has occurred
on my birthday (Oct. 5), but no matter. It’s my birthday week, a Wednesday, and
the Rangers are playing the ’Hawks. If only my Penguins were on against the ’Hawks,
then it would make for a Pittsburgh-Chitown double-header. In any event, drop
the puck. Let’s get it on!
Oh yeah, the
birthday thing. Sixty. My seventh decade. On Nov. 15 I will be running in the
Brooklyn Marathon, my first shot at qualifying for Boston in the 60-64 age
group. I’d be in range to qualify under ideal weather conditions: 45 degrees F
with a 20-mile-an-hour swirling wind that miraculously is always at my back.
I know this blog
can at times sound eye-rollingly upbeat. So, cynics, pass by. This decade promises
to be the best yet! Hope the same is true for you, dear reader. I know I
believe it, and there is power in that.
Next: Running for Your Life: If the Greats
Were With Us Thursday
